working on this video is killing me

WHERE DID THESE RANDOM ASS SEB VIDS FROM STEPHEN COLBERT COME FROM?!?!?!? I FEEL LIKE THEY WERENT MEANT TO BE UPLOADED BUT ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT YOU JUST HAD THESE GEMS LYING AROUND THAT YOU WERE GOING TO KEEP FROM US??? DAMN IT WHY IS HE SUCH A NERD

Ryan’s Face When He Unsheathed The Sword On This Week’s AHWU Like I’ve Never Seen Anyone Embody The “Kid On Christmas Morning” Look More Perfectly

The Sheer Joy In His Voice When He Announced “These Are Deadpool Swords!!” Is Something I Never Thought I Would Experience

Also Him Casually Like “It’s Been A Long Time Since I’ve Worked With Nunchucks” “You Worked With Nunchucks?” “Briefly” As If It Should Surprise Anyone At This Point That Ryan Has Used Every Weapon Under The Sun

And Then Him Struggling To Get The Sword Out From The Holster On His Back For Ages

Ryan Killed Me Like 7 Times In This One Video What A Start To The Week

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Chased By A Nest of Cottonmouths” by Orry Martin

I’m sharing this video for all those out there who kill venomous snakes because they swear that snakes want to kill them or pose an undue threat to them and their family. In this video, snake enthusiast Orry Martin works to debunk some of the more long-standing myths surrounding the infamous cottonmouth or water moccasin. This video is an incredible demonstration of just how shy and reluctant to bite the cottonmouth truly is.

If you’re scared of snakes, or if you’re one of those people who believes in killing venomous snakes, please watch this video. These animals are misunderstood, and it’s vital that we work to understand and protect them because they are integral parts of the food chain and without them, our ecosystems will be in serious trouble.

If you don’t have time to watch the whole video, let me offer a spoiler: of the twenty plus snakes involved with this experiment, most of which were seriously jostled and harassed for the sake of the test, only ONE was able to be convinced to bite, and only when Martin put his boot IN THE SNAKE’S MOUTH. All of the cottonmouths in the study tried to escape peacefully. A few didn’t even stick around long enough for the experiment.

Stop killing snakes.

Screenshot of the goodbye video uploaded by Alex D.

Alexander D. (25) uploaded a goodbye video on the 21st of July, 2017 to let everyone know that he was planning to commit suicide. Alexander is from Belgium, but speaks English in his videos to make it clear to everyone that there’s nothing left to live for in his eyes. He talks to his mother, sister and best friend, apologizing to them for what would come and said goodbye. After that, he talks to his ex-girlfriend saying:

“…I told you ‘if you don’t love me leave’, and you told me 'I don’t want to leave, I’m going to stay because I love you’. So I went to work and when I got back, you were gone and I should’ve know. When I found that ring on the table, it killed me. It killed me in a way that I’ve never felt before… I know you’re not coming back. It hurts. It hurts so much. I would rather die now than to see you next week with somebody else… All the promises I made to you, I’m taking those to the grave. I never lied to you, I never cheated on you. I hoped you would’ve done the same, it would’ve prevented a lot of this. I’m sorry, but for me this feels like the right thing to do. I know a lot of people won’t understand it, that’s fine. But it makes sense to me, I can not take this pain…”

During the last weeks and days, Alexander tried to go to the neighborhood where his ex-girlfriend (18) lived, but got taken away by the police several times and even got a restraining order. The grandparents were staying over at the girl’s house to protect her against him while her parents were on holiday to France. Eventually, Alexander would not commit suicide, but murder his ex-girlfriend and her grandparents by stabbing them to death on the 25th of July, 2017.

Alexander D. fled the scene and has not been found yet as of today, (7/26/2017).

UPDATE (7/26/2017): Alexander D. got arrested in Oostende, Belgium on the 26th of July, 2017 around 7:00pm.

Things My Friend Said Playing Video Games

“What are you doing? Get the fuck up! It’s not nap time!”
“Someone is shooting at me.”
“Whelp, my girlfriend killed you.”
“Congratulations, you fucked up.”
“Oh my god, there are so many things.”
“Did I not just do that?”
“What is happening?”
“Sure, take me. Let’s go.”
“My girlfriend is doing all the work!”
“You’re almost as confused as I am.”
“I just like ran right into this raider camp. It’s fine.”
“Random rocks and shit, just hanging out.”
“Great. I got a rock.”
“Let me just throw my ass just down this hole.”
“I love that I’m getting on shit that works on my equipment from the Milky Way, out of these ancient tomb things that the people in this galaxy don’t even know about.”
“Do you have to jump over that? You could walk just two inches!”
“Guys, bridges are supposed to BRIDGE THINGS.”
“I think your bridge is broken.”
“I kinda really want to jump down there. I know I’ll die. But I want to.”
“The music is going spastic, there’s shit flying in my face, there’s giant turnips in the sky… what the fuck is happening?”
“I don’t even know what’s going on.”
“Hold still! I want to shoot you!”
“Let me live my life.”
“My eyes are on fire.”
“This water looks like pudding!”
“They look like dumb little octopi.”
“Now it’s time to die.”
“I’m gonna punch your ass even though you fly, c'mere!”
“Let’s go, guys! So I don’t die – where the fuck are all of you!?”
“Well, it’s DEAD NOW.”
“What? What, what, what? I don’t see anything! What do you want? WHAT?!”
“I wanna get my MAD LOOT first.”
“These robots have the juiciest thighs.”
“ARE YOU TELLING ME THEY CRASHED HERE AND NOBODY NOTICED?”
“ARE YOU FUCKING HIGH?”
“I don’t know what the fuck you want from me, but if you think I believe this shit for one minute–”
“Fucking – just die, I’m done with your plot!”
“Knife to the eyeball!”
“Are you dead now? What happened?”
“That’s fucking, like, beautifully stupid.”
“You have a little dialogue tree I can shimmy my butt up?”
“Oh, get out you dirty whore.”

“Cry Followup”, or “See A Doctor! The Musical”

I got sad. A doctor recommended that I go off my anxiety meds because they might be interfering with a bunch of other health issues. I did. It wasn’t good.

I tapered off for months and dealt with the withdrawal symptoms. When they were gone, I felt ok for a few weeks. Then I was easily irritated and sometimes angry. Then weird feelings started to creep in. I guess it was just dread. Maybe it was weird to just be feeling anything after being numbed on meds for so long. I started crying watching movies sometimes or thinking about whatever the fuck. I started getting really sad. Eventually I would cry everyday, sometimes for multiple sessions. It’s strange to think back on that now that I’m safely numbed to fuck again.

My grandfather had died about 8 months earlier and I thought I had emotionally exhausted that, but now it was back and I dwelt on it constantly. I thought of dying with an urgency that I couldn’t distract myself from. I thought of everyone I knew dying. It felt like time was an illusion and it wouldn’t be long until I’m standing beside their open coffins, reflecting on how quickly time had passed and now they’re gone and I’d wasted time not spending more time with them.

Most days I’d just wake up and lie there for hours. I’d try to look at things on my phone to try to distract myself. Snapchat was fun for that. Christ, so was Miitomo. I wouldn’t get any work done. It was difficult to focus and overcome the feeling in my gut of being pulled down and the constant present terror feelings of death and knowing this whole experience will be gone some day, but before that, I’ll watch everyone I know leave too. For a long time, I don’t think I really connected that it was my absence of meds that was doing this to me. I thought maybe it was just circumstances and some kind of Holmes-Rahe scale thing where a bunch of life events happening at once were stacking and compounding my depression feelings. There was no way to win against it and this kind of thing encourages you to not to the things that will typically pull you out of a depression. It makes you want to seclude yourself more and work on further diminishing your self-worth mentally. Instead of seeing friends or doing activities you enjoy, you convince yourself that you’re a burden to them, they don’t really want to see you anyway, and that something bad is going to happen if you go out and do anything. For so many fucking days I just laid there. That makes your depression even worse; your lack of productivity frustrates you and makes you hate yourself. All that wasted time boils your living asshole. It’s a paralysis and you don’t know why you can’t break out of it. You can’t just go into the other room and sit at your computer and do your work. Brains are incredible. Just a bit of absence from a certain chemical changes everything. Of course, you tell yourself things like this, that it’s not really you and that it’s just a biological ineptitude temporarily and that everything will be fine soon enough, but that doesn’t help at all.

That’s the other thing: you don’t feel like this will ever end. This is who you are now. A fucking shrivelled terrified cryhole. I did feel terror quite a few times during all this. It usually gets you when you wake up or try to go to sleep. Everything is still and You are going to fucking die someday, sooner than you think and You have wasted every moment of your life so far blast in your mind and your heart pounds, you can barely breathe, and you might even suddenly groan as panic waves hit your brain in an instant. There’s a terror in knowing there’s no relief from this; that all of these things are true and for some reason you believed the illusion your whole life and weren’t always in the perfect terror about it that you are now. Still, you beg for that trick to come back, to be able to put this mindset away and believe in the stupid shit we tell ourselves just to keep existing in some kind of calm. All these thoughts keep assaulting you with some kind of biological urgency, like you need to figure this problem out immediately or you die. This is what being on chemicals to help your brain for years and then suddenly going off them is like. Your body doesn’t know what the fuck. It’s weird to not give a shit about any of this and then suddenly imperatively have to give a shit about it and be unable to escape it. Even now when I’m in the clear, I still feel its background noise. Maybe I always will from now on. This whole thing has been a Paul on the road to Damascus type ordeal.

I fucking cried watching the new X-Files episodes, my dude. Probably during each one. That’s what it was fucking like. Imagine being in your late ass twenties and something in the X-Files makes you cry because you think of a squandered opportunity, or what you should or shouldn’t have done as a kid, or wishing you had put more effort into certain relationships with family or friends. It just finds anything to grab onto and get you with. You just have a dragging feeling constantly present and looking for things to attach to and convince you you’re sad about. Frankly, it’s fucking annoying. I cried one time because a nintendo phone app was enthusiastic about sharing my character’s picture with others. Just the fact that someone would have an interest in who I am and treat me like a normal person and want to share something about me with other terrible avatars made me cry as I was playing this thing and trying to take a shit. It made me think about my own self-worth and how long I thought there was no reason anyone should give a fuck. Cripe, one time I was almost screaming crying about my best friend who died when we were 11. It was like a fresh wound again and I was lying facedown on my bed wailing like an asshole. Depression can fuck with you.

So, this got pretty bad and I decided I had to see my GP about it. This can become a battle in itself, because past a certain point, you are convinced you aren’t worth the effort and that you’re a burden to have to deal with, and someone else could use that time to see the doctor instead. It gives you any reason to turn yourself down. I cried right away talking to my doctor. All this is really weird to reflect on; I was an entirely different person then. It was like a frantic sadness, an inability to just hold your shit together for even a few minutes. The impending terror was really pressing; a constant urgent anxiety that something bad is going to happen really soon, or that I’m about to get a call that someone I know just died. The doctor recommended seeing a therapist and going back on meds. Now I remember that the reason I finally did something was because my neighbour’s son killed himself. Fuck, that really bothered me. Hearing about any death at all was bad enough, but I think that week I was reading about Edgar Allan Poe’s death and then Vincent Van Gogh’s, and I just got really fixated on vividly imagining their final moments. I think there were others, too. See? Just a stupid thing to waste your time on but in the moment, you think this will help for some reason. Maybe the gravity of that kind of thing hooks you and you can’t help but look into it. So when my neighbour’s son also committed suicide, that was a pretty strong blow. I hadn’t even talked to the guy in over ten years, but I couldn’t help but fixate on having seen his father maybe 3 days prior as he joked in my mom’s backyard and borrowed a ladder. Now his life was ruined and the son he struggled to try to get mental help his whole life had killed himself. He was only 37 and he had a son. I think I spent a few days of weeping out my stupid ass over this, then made the decision to see my doctor.

I started seeing my therapist and cried within 6 minutes of entering his office. I wish I went to see a talk doctor when I was recommended it as a teenager. It’s good shit. Beyond that, I started seeing my friends again. Before this, I think 2 years had passed between us spending time together. I had talked myself into feeling like they were better off without me anyway and had their own real friends and lives that I didn’t have anything to do with. I started to exercise and even just take walks around the block. Sometimes, if I was just lying awake staring at the ceiling, I’d get up and go for a run. I started being able to work on videos again and looked forward to it. Thinking back on it now, I realize I kept streaming during the whole time. That would become the only thing I’d do or look forward to for most of this stretch. SO THANKS IF YOU LOOKED AT MY TERRIBLE STREAMS DURING THIS ERA I WAS QUITE WOUNDED AND I’M HOPEFUL THAT I WASN’T TREMENDOUSLY OBVIOUS ABOUT THIS, YOU HELPED KEEP ME STABLE WATCHING ME PLAY WITH CHILDREN’S TOYS. Beyond this, I’d just sleep until the afternoon and try to find a way to kill time until the streams started. This is why there were even less videos than usual. I was sad.

So, these things helped pull me out of the shit. A lot of it is self-examination and discovering why you feel this way in the first place. I’ve talked to my therapist about whether or not this whole thing was because of being on meds for so long and then going off them and feeling a withdrawal, or if that’s who I am underneath the medication.  He said that it is probably both, but more that that’s who I am. Fuck. He categorized this as a major depressive episode. It was weird to just hear the words. That is the kind of thing that happens to people in their mid-30s in office jobs who are getting shit on by everything in their lives. I guess it can also make you feel like a diva asshole; that you feel you’re so important that you had to have this major crisis about yourself. Writing this makes me realize how stupid it is to think like this, but that’s the kind of trap you get put into. Anyway, let me emphasize how important it is to see a therapist if you are depressed. Do it. It can change everything. Also talk to a doctor and see if meds are part of your solution. See a doctor. Do not just let it go. This is like if you had cancer and you just wanted to wait it out or hoped it would get better on its own. A lot of people let it go until it’s overwhelming and consumes them completely and just kill themselves to end the pain. Don’t!

I got better. I went on meds and in just a few weeks I made a drastic improvement. Plus the therapy, and plus feeling like I was doing anything with my life again. I hear a lot about hesitation to go on meds because you feel like they may change the foundation of who you ever are. This doesn’t happen. For me, it made me feel more free to be who I felt like I really was. That said, it may numb your emotions if you are a person who typically feels a lot of things. Just talk to a doctor about any concerns you have and don’t let these build up and become reasons you don’t get help for yourself. You are worth it. The doctor isn’t angry to have to deal with you. If it will cost what you can’t afford, don’t let that become an excuse not to do it. Save up or find a way to make it work. Again, it’s like if you couldn’t afford cancer treatments so you just let it kill you instead of finding out how you can make the situation work financially. What you’re dealing with is serious! Do something about it!

I almost forgot to mention that a lot of getting better was having something to look forward to. Knowing I’d see my friends and we’d have a good time was part of it. Another was spending all of my fucking money to go to as many conventions as I could. They were something I enjoyed in the past but didn’t bother with much anymore, so I decided to get back into them. It was the best choice. Thanks for coming to drink a lot of beers and talk shit if I saw you at a PAX or TwitchCon or Magfest! They were sincerely some of the best times of my life. Knowing that it wouldn’t be long until I’d be at another convention helped a lot with otherwise feeling complete dread. The power of giving yourself something great to look forward to is really strong! Do it! Find things you like and make time for them. Reward yourself! At one point, I got into a really unbalanced lifestyle and would spend maybe 60 or 70 hours a week editing videos and I burned myself out to shit. All I would think about was the job and let my health and relationships go to shit. You’re not supposed to do that. Give yourself good things and make it a habit. Anyway, PAX East soon, my man.

When I wrote my last crypost, a lot of people responded it it. I was in a daze for the rest of that day as I heard from a mountain of individuals. A lot of you deal with issues like this and a lot of you feel hopeless about it. It’s fucked up! This is your life! You’re entitled to a good one! Doing something about it will take a lot less than you may think, and will help you in a lot more ways and probably faster than you may think. A lot of you also said since that you’ve decided to finally get help. So yeah motherfucker I had a cool cry about your messages several times. What was also helpful was anonymous tumblr questions saying they got help so others could see your experiences and know I’m not just yelling out my dick about this. Thanks! You helped people!

Ok I think I have to cut this short now, it got late and I try not to stay awake until fucking 7 AM these days. I feel like I missed a few of the main points I wanted to make but by now I think you get the point that you can feel like you are going to face total annihilation within the next few moments and still get back to normal in very little time. I almost just wrote “Hopefully talking about my own cringe-ass experience helped you with…” and so forth to end this on a light-hearted self-shitting, but that again is part of the problem. Feeling as if your issues are embarrassing, not worthy, juvenile, or to be written off as not serious is no good. I know we joke about this kind of thing to help deal with it, but don’t feel that way for real. AGAIN, YOU’RE WORTH IT. YOU’RE GOOD! YOU’RE WORTH DOING WHATEVER IT TAKES TO FEEL NOT FUCKED UP! GO! 


Go!

anonymous asked:

I think dan is upset that people don't get that he's joking in his video. he made a new comment under his video "in these comments: people not understanding humour". I think he's referring to the people who are asking if he is depressed and wants to kill himself.

edit, adding in a screenshot of his comment for posterity lol: 

my feelings are pretty aptly summed up by this response: 

this is something that irks me about dan. i understand humor is his coping mechanism with his own mental health issues and i appreciate and acknowledge that. it is 100% his right to have that, use it, put it in videos, whatever he wants, if it’s really helping him work through things for himself. but if that humor is not received 100% graciously by people who are particularly sensitive to these themes (and esp bc those ppl might not watch his live shows so they dont even hear him ever rambling about his mental health struggles; they only have these ‘jokes’ that dan himself says are ‘jokes’ to go off of) OR people who just care about him and are worried about him,,,, then he can’t be surprised or take issue. it’s also just self-contradiction after a point bc on the one hand he says (in live shows) that his dark humor is a coping mechanism for real internal struggle, but in venues like this he very much cops out and says it’s just a joke and that ppl dont get his edgy humor and theres no need to worry about him. i mean theyre probably related in a sense bc he doesnt want the wider internet to be worried about him and so he trivializes these jokes to deflect attention, but overall i feel like he can’t just cling to both explanations when it suits him and depending on which audience he’s talking to. im giving him enough benefit of the doubt to think that its a bit more than just ‘edgy humor’ for the sake of it, but if this is all that people are hearing and all that ppl have to go off of … no wonder they’re upset?  

in short: as much as it’s his right to make jokes like this, it’s his audience’s right to dislike them. he has to know there are people out there who are actually struggling with these problems, so idk how it’s shocking that some people might be hurt or a little put off to hear it referenced so so so much and for the purposes of comedy by someone they’re trying to watch for entertainment. i myself find suicidal ideation and even general references to ‘wanting death’ to be pretty hard to stomach at the best of times and thats why even tho i wanted to uninhibitedly love this vid and also the recent anthony collab, both of them made me feel slightly unsettled at the same time. doesnt mean i dont understand dan’s ‘humor’ or why he resorts to it. i do, but i dont always like it. simple as that. 

😊Truth Detector (Ethan x Reader)

Summary:Can I request an Ethan x Reader where the reader is best friends with Ethan and Grayson and they’re doing the lie detector test and somehow the reader ends up hooked up the machine and it comes out that she like Ethan (sorry if this doesn’t make any sense. I love your writing tho 💖💖)

Warnings: Too cute ❤️❤️

A/N: Okay I thought this sounded so cute so I decided to write it but I hope you guys enjoy it and thanks for the requests! I have finals coming up so requests are still OPEN but I may not post them till after the first week of May! :)

Originally posted by thedolangifs


“Hey guys what’s up?” The boys introduced their channel as I sit on the sidelines waiting to be introduced. I didn’t have plans to be in this video at all, but the boys were using my dad’s lie detector and my dad would kill me if they broke it or anything so I decided to be here and make sure they don’t do anything stupid.

“We have our lovely friend Y/N here today. This is her dad’s lie detector so she has to make sure we don’t break it or anything with how these results come out.” Grayson laughs as he stands to help Ethan hook up to the machine. “Yo Y/N how do you work this thing?” Grayson asks as he attempts to wrap the belt around Ethan. When they lifted up Ethan’s shirt I could see his abs and his smile which drove me crazy. He had such a cute smile which made my insides flutter. His abs looked so good against his charcoal sweatshirt. He was looking down fiddling with the belt between his fingers. I would have to wrap my arm around him to lock the belt into place against his belly button. “Earth to Y/N.” I heard Grayson say and I shake my head and look to him.

“Huh?” I asked and the boys laughed.

“Y/N you can’t keep daydreaming about us like that. We need help.” Ethan says chuckling. My heart melts as I feel my face begin to heat up. Was I that obvious? I didn’t mean to stare, but I can’t help it sometimes. “We need your help.” Ethan says and I walk over to the boys. Ethan had the belt on completely backwards. I started laughing as my fingers turn the belt around and I tighten the leather against his stomach. I look up to him and he was smiling down at me. I could feel my cheeks heat up. “Thanks.” He says and I smile back nodding.

“No problem.” I walked back to my seat as the boys did their video. I just scrolled on twitter while I heard the boys bicker back and forth over the questions.

“Y/N get over here we need help to end this argument.” Ethan hollers at me. I look up at the boys from my phone when they call me over. I walk over to them confused. “Who do you think is more attractive? Gray or me?” Ethan asks as I feel my stomach twist in knots again. I didn’t want to play this game.

“I mean you’re both attractive.” I said as I could feel my cheeks turning red again. Hopefully the boys don’t notice my cheeks changing colors.

“Well yeah we know that but who is more attractive? Ethan or me?” Grayson asks and Ethan turns his body around to face me. Both their dark eyes on me send chills throughout my body.

“Yeah Y/N who is more attractive? Me, a sexy stud muffin or Gray, an awkward golden potato?” He asks which sent me into a fit of laughter.

“I’m not an awkward potato. Remember when you peed your pants at our meet and greet?” Gray retorts sending me laughing harder. “Okay enough bickering. Y/N you’re the tie breaker! Who is it?” Grayson asks and I shrugged. I liked them both they were both fantastic. However, Ethan was the one I was more drawn to. He was always making me laugh and we just clicked. I couldn’t explain it. That skunk stripe in his fluffy hair, his black Ramones shirt, his thick pink lips with that gorgeous white smile, and his arms. The way they would wrap around me whenever he would be leaving for a trip or whenever he just missed me. He was always so warm and he always smelled of Giorgio Armani cologne.

“Wait I have an idea!” Ethan shouts as he attempts to rip the belt off of him. “Let’s ask Y/N who is more attractive with this on!” Ethan then pushes me down in his seat while he sits on my lap straddling me.

“Ethan!” I shrieked as he pulled my shirt up and wrapped the belt around my waist. I blushed but I tried to act like I hated him. I knew how this test worked. The test checks for changes from normal body functions so I just had to distract myself by chewing on my cheek or digging my nails into my skin.

“Okay let’s have some fun with this. Let’s ask some good questions now. Y/N am I more attractive than Ethan?” Grayson asks and I blushed hard.

“You’re both attractive. Please–”

“Grayson asked a question Y/N. Do you think he’s more attractive than me?” Ethan asked me looking me dead in the eyes.

“Yeah I think you’re more attractive than Ethan.” I said and Grayson’s grin grows while Ethan has a smirk spreading across his face.

“Yes okay! Did you ever have a crush on one of us?” Grayson asks biting his knuckle while watching me. Ethan decides to sit in the seat next to him.

“No I already answered my question.” I said as I tried to take the belt off but Ethan stopped me.

“Answer this one.” He says so calmly. For some reason it’s as if I was under his spell.

“Yes.” I said and they both smile at each other.

“Was it me?” Ethan asks as he pulls out a stick of gum and chews on it.

“No.” I said smirking and he stops chewing and his mouth hangs open.

“Was it me?” Grayson asks smiling.

“Nope.” I said leaning back in my chair and crossing my arms. The boys both looked at me and smirked.

“Well if you won’t tell us then your results will.” Grayson says and he scooched over to the computer and my eyes widen. Ethan notices and he smiles a cheeky grin across his face. “Okay for the first result on if I was more attractive than Ethan you said yes and that was…” Grayson stops and looks between Ethan and I. “A lie.” He says and Ethan’s grin grows and so do his eyes. “Okay I’ll pretend that didn’t sting. Next one, Ethan asked if you ever had a crush on him and you said no and your results show…” I looked down to my feet while Grayson scrolled for the results in complete and utter shyness. I was too embarrassed for Grayson to say anything but I could feel Ethan’s eyes on me.

“A lie.” Ethan says and looks at me again. “Do you still like me?” He asks and I looked up at him.

“What?”

“Grayson go outside.” Ethan says not breaking eye contact with me.

“Fine. We’ll do the outro later I guess.” He says as he pushes out his chair and walks up the stairs leaving Ethan and I alone.

“Do you still like me Y/N?” He asks again. I felt my heart racing like it was going to jump out of my chest.

“Yeah.” I said not looking up at him. He looks at the screen and smiles.

“The results show you are telling the truth.” He says and I smile still looking down at my feet. I hear Ethan scoot his chair out from the table which causes me to look up. He’s now standing in front of me leaning against the table. “This is the last question then we can take the detector off.” I nod as I look back down to my feet. He lifts my chin up to look in his dark eyes which glow to me for some reason. “Do you want to kiss me?” I look up at him confused.

“What?” I asked again even though I know exactly what he said. He started to chuckle again.

“You heard me.” He says taking my hand in his. My stomach was doing somersaults now. “Do you want to kiss me? Because I kinda wanna really kiss you.” I swallowed hard at Ethan’s comment. I looked up at him and muttered the only word I knew at that moment.

“Yes.” And with that Ethan grabbed my hands and pulled me up to meet him. We looked each other in the eyes as his hands rest on my hips and my arms lock around his neck. He leans back and looks at the screen then to me. He smiles and then presses his lips gently to mine. His kiss had a faint taste of mint to them. They were soft and cool as I pulled him closer to me. Our heads moved in sync and so did our bodies. He lightly gripped my hips and pushed me closer into him. I could feel him smiling into the kiss. We then pulled apart and panted lightly.

“That was better than I’ve ever thought.” He says which causes us both to laugh.

“Agreed.” We then heard Grayson walking down the stairs as he saw us all tangled together.

“Woah did not expect to see this.” He says laughing. “Come on E we gotta finish off the video.” He says and Ethan kisses my nose.

“Wait for me?” He asks and I nodded.

“Of course. I’ll be over there.” I said pointing to my seat. I unravel myself from his arms and I go to my seat as I wait for the boys to wrap up their video so Grayson could tease Ethan and I and ask us 20 questions. 


Xx Thanks for the request :)

Bruce Wayne Request

Bruce Wayne/ batman x reader. While Bruce is away on a business trip his wife gets kipnapped. Almost immediately a video ransoms is sent out to him. The rest is up to you


You woke up when Bruce’s alarm went off. You groaned and turned to your waking husband. “Go on back to bed,” he told you brushing the hair from your face.

“I’m up now. I’ll make some coffee while you shower.” You threw on your robe and padded down to the kitchen.

“Good morning, Mrs. Wayne,” Alfred greeted you as you came into the kitchen.

“Good morning, Alfred. How’d you sleep?”

“Very well, thank you. Can I make you anything for breakfast?”

“No, thank you Alfred. I’m just going to get some coffee going for Bruce and get him something to nibble on on his drive to the plane,” you smiled. “Can I make you anything for breakfast?”

“No, ma’am, I’ve already eaten my breakfast,” he grinned at you. He didn’t have to admit it, everyone knew you were his favorite, especially since your husband and his Batman alter ego had been such a thorn in Alfred’s side.

Once the coffee was made and you added the cream and sugar you went back up to your room and let yourself in the bathroom, where the shower steam still floated and the closet doors were thrown open. “Just like you like it,” you handed the coffee to your husband and took his place, looking through his shirts and suit jackets. You pulled out a nice blue shirt, black suit jacket and pants, and a matching tie.

“What would I do without you,” he kissed your head and took a sip of his coffee.

“Probably have Alfred pick out your clothes.” You left him to get ready and went downstairs, sitting in front of the fireplace as you read the morning paper and drank your own coffee.

When your husband came down with his briefcase you stood up and walked over to him. “How long will you be gone again,” you said as some of the butlers carried out the couple of Bruce’s bags.

“4 days,” he wrapped his arms around you. “I’ll be back before you know it and I’ll call you every night before bed.”

“Promise?”

“Promise,” he leaned down and kissed you. “I’ve got to get doing, the plane’s waiting on me.”

“I love you,” you gave him a sad grin, already missing him.

“I love you too, Mrs. Wayne,” he kissed your forehead before leaving the house and walking to the care, leaving you alone in the doorframe wrapping your robe tightly around yourself.

******

“You look nice,” Alfred said as you came down the stairs ready for the day. “Plans?”

“Thank you and yes. I have to run and pick up something I have on hold at that cute little boutique on the outskirts of the city.”

A fatherly look crossed his face. “Mistress Wayne you know you should take security if you plan to go near the city.” After what had happened to his parents and his concern of crime, Bruce had insisted you travel with security, especially if you went near the city.

“Alfred-” you stopped seeing the persistent look on his face. “Fine, I’ll take a guard. But I don’t think I even need one,” you defended yourself. “I won’t even be in the city.”

“I’ll get Mr. Legend to accompany you Madam,” Alfred stood up and left to get your guard for the day.

******

You sat in the back of the car as James Legend, your guard for the day, drove you to the boutique. “Thanks for coming out with me James. I doubt Alfred would have let me leave the house alone.”

“It’s part of the job Mrs. Wayne,” he smiled. You felt something in your eye and opened your compact mirror to check. As you moved the mirror around trying to get a good angle a car behind you caught your eye. “James, do you see the beige car behind us?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I think it’s following us.” James sped up and turned at the next right. Sure enough the car followed. James sped up and tried to lose it but the driver was good. You picked up your phone and dialed the house number.

“Wayne residence,” Alfred answered.

“Alfred,” you said panicked, “we’re being followed and we can’t lose them.”

“I’m pulling up the car tracker and ringing Master Wayner.”

“Alfred, what do they-” you were stopped as a car came from ahead of you and ran into your side of the car, jerking you against your seatbelt, sending glass flying around your face, and sending you into unconsciousness.

******

“Alfred, I’ve hardly been gone 6 hours, surely you can’t miss me already,” Bruce comically answered the phone.

“Master Wayne, it’s Y/N,” Alfred’s worried voice came through the phone and Bruce sat up straight, leaving the filled room quickly.

“What do you mean? Alfred, where is she?”

“She and Mr. Legend went out and they’ve been attacked. I had her on the phone just a moment ago but the line went dead.” Bruce waved at the driver and ushered him for the keys, taking them and storming out of the building leaving everyone confused.

“I’m driving to the plane now. I should be back within the hour. We have to find her, Alfred,” he shut off the phone and pushed the car pedal to the floor.

As soon as the wheels touched down and he got into the car Bruce’s phone screen lit up with an email from an unknown server. He clicked on the link attached and his heart broke.

You were sitting in a chair with your legs and arms tied. Your clothes were tattered and torn, your face looked dirty and seemed to have small cuts over it, as well as duct tape that covered your mouth, and your eyes showed that you were drained and broken. “Mr. Wayne, we have your wife,” the masked man’s voice echoed in the large empty room as four others stood by with guns in their hands. “You have millions while those around you have nothing. Deposit 25 million to the account number on this board within the next 12 hours or we will kill your wife.” The video went black and Bruce punched the seat in front of him.

By the time he got home Alfred had sent the employee’s home so it was just the two of them. Alfred struggled to keep up with Bruce as he briskly walked to the elevator and took it to the cave.

Bruce sat in front of the large computer screens and started working. “What are you doing Master Wayne?”

“I had a tracker implanted in Y/N’s wedding ring for emergencies. I told her when we got married but part of me thinks she didn’t believe me,” he said furiously typing. “And there she is,” a small red dot pinged on the screen in the outline of one of the building that came up on the schematic.

******

One of the men ripped the tape off your mouth and you hissed. “Tell us, Mrs. Wayne,” the man sneered, “did you marry him for his money or his looks.” You felt the shift in the air, something that you had picked up from years of living with a man who liked to sneak up on you and criminals for a living.

“My husband won’t pay you,” you laughed to yourself.

“Why is that? Because he’ll just replace you with a younger, hot model?”

“No…because you can’t pay dead men.” A black figure swooped down and took out two of the guards before disappearing again.

“What was that,” the final three men looked around frantically with their guns ready.

“Bats don’t like to be woken during the day,” you said as your Batman swooped down and started fighting off your captors. You closed your eyes as the sound of gunfire rang out. You heard bullets cling to the ground and thuds of bodies hitting the floor and walls. You slowly opened your eyes when the loud noises were replaced by a deafening silence and were met by the black bat mask right in front of your face.

“Are you ok,” your husband asked ripping off his mask and holding your face in his hands as he looked you over.

“I’ve been better.” He went behind you and cut the ropes from your hands and feet. “Come on,” he said lifting you up in his arms. “Let’s go home.”

So, I was working on an animatic and decided to take a break. And ended up drawing… whatever this is. (Based on this ask)

I would like to issue a public apology to @raythrill and @huitality. Forgive me art parents, you didn’t pay my college tuition for this.

FEBRUARY 12TH, 2016 -2

ERIC: This is the same projector that I revealed to you guys that Kyle’s in the Illuminati, and now we’re gonna reveal another big secret to you guys; How I killed Trent Boyett.

ERIC: And it was totally legal ‘cause, y’know, self defense and all that.

ERIC: It all started when I woke up in the middle of the night, pissed off that I was being hunted by a crazy man and still had to do midterms the next day. 

 ERIC: So I thought, fuck the midterms, fuck school, I’m gonna steal their cheat sheet.

ERIC: So I bust into school, looking for the midterm answers that the stupid school people always leave with the school records.

ERIC: It’s 5 am and there’s some dudes around but I’m super sneaky so I get by easily.

ERIC: Then all of a sudden, Trent’s behind me with a knife on my back.

ERIC: Yeah, the pussy stabs from behind apparently. Anyway, the ratty hick says if I don’t tell him what I was trying to do he’ll stab me. So I tell this guy that I was just trying to get the answers to a test. And he says in his dumb accent, “wyell then, I think we can use this.” Like he’s some criminal mastermind or some shit. Please.

KYLE: Ugh… dude…

KYLE: You sounded exactly like him just now.
STAN:

ERIC: [sigh] Yeah… apparently we have really similar voices. 

ERIC: That’s awkward.

ERIC: So anyway, then he pulls out a gun and tells me to text Kyle to lure him out.

ERIC: I ended up doing it because I didn’t have a plan. I tried to give Kyle hints but Trent was over my shoulder so I couldn’t give him much.

ERIC: Then he ties me up and for two hours I’m sitting in a boiler room for like 2 hours.

ERIC:  All of a sudden I hear Kyle kicking the shit out of Trent next door, trying not to get stabbed. But I don’t know what’s actually happening.

Then after hearing Kyle scream SUPER FUCKING LOUD, Trent runs in and grabs me, dragging me to this warehouse place and tying me up to the wall. Yeah, the fucker tied me up twice. He double tied me.

He’s super pissy so he decides to just start carving letters in my back.

ERIC: It says “Never Forget” according to him.

Guess he was really passionate about 9/11.

After that he goes on a rant about how he’s gonna catch us all, stab us to death and write Never Forget on all of our backs. I think that’s a stupid plan, so I tell him. 

ERIC: After a few tries, I actually convince him it’s a better idea to wait till he has us all gathered in one place and burn us alive, the way Ms. Claridge was burned alive. That way he won’t kill me right away and I have enough time for an escape plan.

So after a while Trent goes out to try and find Stan or Kyle. As soon as he leaves, Kenny pops in and tells me he’s gonna free me.

But you guys know me. 

Once Trent left, I was free to bust out with just a little of Kenny’s help.

It takes a while to find Trent again but when I do, he has both Kyle and Stan held at gun point and Stan’s holding a fucking uzie or some shit.

I was thinking of just jumping in and choke-slamming Trent, but with that Uzie around I can’t do shit without risking getting sprayed.

So instead I go for the flank. Trent had hella tunnel vision so I could get away with crawling really quietly on the ground. He wasn’t gonna look down because he’s a dumbass.

Luckily I see the knife in his jacket pocket so I go for that… and while he’s giving his big gay speech…

I STAB HIM RIGHT THROUGH THE CHEST!

He screams like a pussy and starts bleeding out, and falls on the ground all rag-doll style.

Trent? Fucking dead. My friends? Happy to see me and in total awe of my greatness. Me? Fucking stylin on everyone.

And that’s the story of how I almost died but instead killed a man with my own two hands.

STAN: It’s great that you killed him and all, but  do you really think taking video of a slideshow was the way to go? Seems kinda lazy.

We could’ve at least reenacted it or something fun like that.

ERIC: HEY. I drew this with my own two hands. It took time and EFFORT. Appreciate my work, Stan!
STAN: Effort, huh?


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Hightened Anxiety

So this came about because I read a couple fics about Thomas going on medication and it kinda hurting Anxiety…..and they were amazing fics.. And I loved them….but….  Something  wasn’t sitting well with me ….so here’s this….sorry. Because like Thomas said, everyone has anxiety, his is just heightened.

Warnings: Panic attack; negative self talk; hurt/comfort

@lekawaiimelon because Under the Door killed me so this is my respone

also @the-prince-and-the-emo @obviouslyelementary @dan-yuna

Logic, Morality and Prince were gathered in Thomas’ living room, the four of them whispering in hushed tones, working together to come up with a new video idea. Anxiety felt it like a cold hand around his heart. They were whispering in hopes that he wouldn’t hear, that this time he wouldn’t come. But how could he not? When they were all so afraid that he would, it practically summoned him.

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What makes Ardyn such a breakout character to me is he’s two things I don’t think I’ve ever seen done before:

1) An immortal character who is the logical conclusion of an old person

There’s those people who, once they get old, they run straight up out of fucks to give. So Ardyn is basically just that but more so. Dude’s been everywhere and seen everything, and he is taking full latitude to do what he feels like. Usually immortal characters are either entirely grim and mysterious or just act like everybody else. You don’t often see ones who take the accumulation of endless life experience and manifest it through enjoying themselves being a weirdo.  

2) A villain who is the logical conclusion of the trend of villains who help you

The bad guy helping you out for a while is video game tradition by now, and it goes back a few steps in the game narrative evolution. Having somebody who’s there to help you along the story and tell you what to do is video game tradition, since we started out with a lot of silent protagonists back in the day, so you needed somebody to explain what was going on and set you in the right direction. That naturally lead to wanting to make that voice into somebody more active in the narrative, and of course since they’re somebody you trust, clever meta stuff like the original Metal Gear and System Shock 2 used that to pull the rug out from under you by having them turn out not to just be the voice of the game telling you how to get to the next screen, but an actor in their own right with their own goals. The since we’re still in the habit of going into an area, getting contacted by somebody, and then doing what they say, we get stuff like Bioshock and Spec Ops The Line that is specifically about why that is a terrible idea. 

The thing about all of those is there’s a turning point. It’s a shocking betrayal. They help you along, the betrayal comes out, they try to kill you, you beat them. (Or not, in the case of the one where the last boss is your guilt about the war in Afghanistan.) 

Ardyn never does that. He doesn’t have a sudden shocking betrayal, since nobody trusted him to begin with. Him stabbing Luna is more of an open, “Well, here’s the thing you were pretty sure was coming in one way or another.” (And is also an echo of the famous Sephiroth and Aeris scene, except with him doing his role hilariously half-assedly and letting Leviathan do most of the work.) 

He also never turns and tries to stop you. Start to finish, his goal is exactly the same: get you through the plot and to the part where you kill the bad guy. He’s basically, in an interestingly slightly fourth-wall-leaning way, the one enforcing the will of the game itself. 

What does a game want? For you to beat it. 

Of course, it can’t just let you waltz through. It has to give you challenges so you can overcome them. This is an understandable behavior from a game. What’s great is how FFXV translates that behavior into in-world in-character actions, with the understanding that a guy constantly throwing obstacles in your way to make you stronger would be a weird asshole.

What struck me in Zegnautus Keep is Ardyn is not even pretending to try to stop you. He’s constantly making sure the way forward is annoying yet possible. He does the game’s work of providing exposition, most hilariously on Gladio and Ignis’s side, where he practically has a video queued up for them. 

While he has that one line about killing Noctis once the Crystal’s power is absorbed, he sure doesn’t put a lot of effort into making that convincing. He has the other three right there and just walks away. He doesn’t really want to kill Noctis or the bros any more than a game wants you to quit and go do your taxes or something. 

The game and Ardyn both want you and Noctis to beat them, and assuming they get you to stick all the way through, they win. 

Say Goodbye

For a month Anti had been trying to take control of the famous Jacksepticeye, that ridiculous screaming YouTuber whose head he was trapped inside ever since the figment was born. He’d glitched videos, written messages, and had the entire fanbase wrapped around his little finger. With each new theory, each new comment he grew in power. And now it’s time. He’s finally strong enough, and he will put an end to Jack once and for all.

He thinks Jack is oblivious. After all, Jack has no memories of the times that Anti grabbed the reins, but of course, Jack has seen the videos. He’s seen the glitches and the fans chattering about it like crazy. He knows that something is amiss, but he doesn’t know what he’s going to do about it. Anti seems to crave attention from the fans, something that he already has plenty of, but what more does Anti want? And what sort of climax is all this building up to?

When Jack picks up the knife to finish his pumpkin, he suddenly realizes. He feels an insane compulsion to cut his own throat, and he can’t understand why until it all clicks in his head. With him out of the way, Anti will have center stage. Jack tries to stop himself. But Anti has control now.

He feels the blade biting into his skin, feels the blood creep down his neck, and at the last moment, he feels Anti draw back. His influence over Jack’s body wavers, and Jack releases the knife while he still has time.

He springs away from the table, his breathing erratic. “Wh-what do ya want?”

Anti, from inside Jack’s mind, growls in a layered fuzz of static, “I want out!”

Jack rushes to the bathroom to grab a towel and presses it against the wound to his neck; fortunately, Anti hadn’t managed to cut a major artery. “You could’a killed us both!”

“Maybe not! Maybe I would finally have a body to myself! And even if it did kill me, too, it would be better than having to live inside another person’s brain all the time!” Anti makes Jack kick the bathroom vanity. “’m tired of having no control!”

Jack rubs his sore toe and keeps pressing the towel to his neck. Can’t let Signe see this, or she’ll have a fit. “Can’t we work something out? Isn’t there another way other than murdering me?”

Anti pauses. “I hadn’t considered that.”

“Yeah, of course ya didn’t,” Jack mutters. “You were just going to make me cut my throat right in front of all my fans.” Jack gasps. “Oh, no! The video… what are we going to do now? I can’t use that footage! Everyone will freak out!”

Anti giggles. “That’s why we should use it!” He claps his hands together and glitches inside of Jack’s mind, “It would be so much fun!”

“Yer horrible,” Jack says with a laugh, but he shrugs. “Think of what a cool ending that would be, though. I mean, you’ve been appearing all month, so why not have this be the grand finale?”

“Exactly!” Anti glitches all over the place inside Jack’s head until he finally stops, “Wait, ‘finale?’ As in, the end? B-but…”

Jack feels Anti’s anxiety in his own stomach. He suddenly understands the figment’s desire to be seen and heard. If he doesn’t get the attention he needs, he’ll fade from existence, slowly and painfully. Jack wouldn’t wish that on anybody. “Hey, Anti. D-do you mind if I call you Anti?”

The glitch shrugs. “That’s what yer fans call me. It’s the only name I know.”

“Well, what if… what if we kind of work together, ya know, to keep ya alive? I’ll find a way to get ya yer own body, and you can be in a couple of videos every now and then. As long as ya promise not to kill anyone, alright?” Jack waits for Anti’s answer, pulling the towel away from his neck and inspecting the cut in the mirror. Maybe it won’t scar, he thinks.

Anti thinks over his host’s offer and nods. “Ok! As long as I get out of this awful place!”

“Hey!” Jack shouts. “It’s not so bad in my head.” Jack hears someone clear their throat behind him, and he turns to see Signe standing in the door of the bathroom.

“Who are you talking to in here?” When she sees the blood on his neck and all over the towel in his hands, she screams. “Sean! What have you done?” She starts to run to go call for an ambulance when Jack grabs her hand.

“No, no, no,” he says quickly. “I’m ok! Anti did this!”

Signe shakes her head. “No, he’s not real! Sean, I’m scared. Please, let go so I can call someone to help you!”

Anti grumbles from deep inside Jack’s brain, “I am real! I am!”

“Shut up,” Jack growls at the glitch, but Signe thinks he’s talking to her. She fights to get out of Jack’s grip on her wrist and runs for the door. “Signe, don’t! I promise, he’s real!”

Signe grabs her phone and purse, heading for the door. “Fine, Sean. Fine. If you want to bleed to death, so be it. I’m leaving. Goodbye.” She slams the door behind her, and Jack feels it like a stab of pain to his heart. Anti curls into the corner of Jack’s mind, feeling that awful sensation pins and needles in his host’s stomach.

“I’m sorry, Jack,” he mutters.

“Let’s just go finish the video.”

Alison Clues by Episode - “Farewell, My Lovely”

I was unsure whether or not to include this because I don’t necessarily see it as an Ali is A clue, but it’s definitely weird enough. Why is Alison’s name stressed so many times in this scene? It’s so over the top and noticeable - you and Alison. Something about it caught my attention. And if Mary is so insistent on giving the Lost Woods to both of them, why was only Spencer invited to meet up with her? Why didn’t she ask Alison to come along too? I got the sense in this scene that Mary was trying to communicate something to Spencer, without coming right out and saying it.

Why is Emily dreaming about all of Alison’s various aliases? Vivian Darkbloom, Holly Varjak, someone named Emma Thorwald…why? That was such an unnecessary part of this scene. If anything, this proves to me that even Emily still has some subconscious doubts about Ali, if things like this are coming out in her dreams. She clearly doesn’t completely trust her, as much as she might want to believe she does.

Oh look, once again the board game is back in Alison’s house and no one saw how it got there. And Ali’s reaction to falling asleep is so strange. You were both lying on the couch, why wouldn’t you fall asleep? There’s nothing weird about that. I know there was an implied gas leak or something, but it’s striking to me that each time the board game is moved, it’s always either in or out of her own house.

How did A.D. even get a hold of this old video? The only people who we know had access to it are the NAT members (who are all either dead or irrelevant), Mona (who is clearly not A.D. at this point)…and Alison. And notice how completely unfazed she is by the sudden reappearance of this video that was taken when she was fifteen years old.

Wow, A.D. sure works fast. How in the world did they manage to overhear Mona’s confession, get the last puzzle pieces, and attach them to the car all in a matter of moments? It’s almost like they already knew who killed Charlotte…and who is the one other person who we know was in the bell tower that night?

I can’t take credit at all for this one, but it’s so good I had to include it. I saw it here on Tumblr and I can’t for the life of me remember who posted it, so if this point is yours, message me and I’ll edit immediately to credit you! But just take a look at the interesting connection between these two scenes…

This line from Spencer is pretty sappy…maybe a bit too sappy. Too obvious. If there’s one thing we should all know from watching this show, it’s that you can never really be sure of anything in Rosewood. And after Ali not promising to stick by her friends in 7x18, and how she doesn’t even meet Spencer’s eyes here when she says this line, I feel like there might be more to this.

The BTS Hair Colours That Fucked Me Up [Maknae Line]

Okay… So we may as well get the bias out of the way, considering how practically most of his hair colours have fucked me up in more ways than one. This also goes in bias order and my order of what hair colour fucked me up the most. (I have missed some hair colours out I know but they didn’t really do anything to kill me) 

I WOULD ALSO LIKE TO APOLOGIES THAT SOME OF THE GIFS DON’T WORK!!

Jimin

  • Silver/Grey

Guys… We need to take a moment to appreciate how good Jimin looked with his Silver hair. I mean he always looks good but this hair colour… plus Blood, Sweat and Tears… I died… No one was ready for this music video…

Uhm… NO! NO! Jimin… I feel attacked and offended… This… this needs to be illegal and like… I need Jesus… the amount of… Let’s just move on…

  • Pink 

Seriously this boi, he’s such a mochi with pink hair… like we can all agree when his forehead ain’t showing he’s adorable but as soon as his forehead comes out to play BAM! you’re attacked. LIKE SO CUTE GUYS I CAN’T WHAT A SPECIAL SMOL CINNAMON ROLE!!

Like… Holy shit… guys I’m pregnant…This is it… the feels are too much. He’s my daddy

  • Black


Jimin looks so fucking cute here I can’t like… Omg he’s an angel I can’t… I’ve been blessed, seriously his smile could cure cancer.

Originally posted by kpopidolaegyooo

Okay so I know this gif is black and white but still… We know his hair is black and holy fucking shit… He’s daddy material

  • Orange

Jimin’s orange hair is one of the main reasons he became my bias. He suited orange hair so well I’m so upset I wasn’t apart of the fandom during this era. His hair looked REALLY fluffy when it was orange and I was DYING to touch it!!!

Like… Yes. Fuck. Me. Sideways. He. Is. 100%. A. Sex. God. Fuck. Me.

  • Blonde

His blonde hair was so good! I loved it so much and he was so fucking adorable with it! I can’t such a cute mochi I wanna pinch his cheeks!!!

Originally posted by nnochu

LITERAL. ANGEL!

  • Light Brown

His hair… When it was light brown + Danger (Japanese Vers.) = holy fucking shit asdfghjkl!

Like.. How can you not love this hair! I’d fucking let him strangle me (IN AN NON SEXUAL WAY)

  • Red 

Believe it or not… Jimin’s red hair wasn’t one of my favourites. NOW BEFORE Y’ALL KILL ME ALLOW ME TO EXPLAIN MYSELF! It was fucking hard to choose an order okay!? But out of all the other colours, I felt as if this one didn’t kill me the most.

But FUCK! HOLY SHIT YES! He is literally a god…. But allow us to move on.

Jungkook

  • Purple

Jungkooks purple hair… No joke… Almost made him my bias. Jungkook is one of the most annoyingly hot ass bias wreckers for me. I can’t take it. Dis boi needs to stay in his fucking lane. But it appears he doesn’t know what that is!

He seriously though…. his hair purple, brought me life, cos I couldn’t handle it the first time I saw him with this hair colour.

  • Light Brown with Pink Highlights

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK sERiousLY StAY iN YouR lANE!

Awwwww heeeeee sooo cute!!!!! <3 but his hair ASDFGHJKL!

  • Honey Blonde

His honey blonde hair literally killed me! I love it so much! and I’m kinda upset he changed it so soon… The depression…

I don’t ship TaeKook but I fucking love this it’s so cute. And his hair looks so good, it goes from light to brown just YES!

  • Black

I hate how he can go from being the most adorable maknae in existence to…

the most disrespectful and r00d person on the planet. Boi stay in your lane. I’m fucking warning your tall ass!

  • Brown

I need u depressed me so much and I love Jungkook in that era so much! ASDFGHJKL 

Jungkook…. In Blood, Sweat and Tears… Yes! HE IS DADDY! But I fucking loved his hair in the MV cos he suits natural colours so well <3

Taehyung

  • Orange

Whether it’s light orange of, dark orange he suits it no matter what!

His hair during Boy In Luv, plus those triangular (Illuminati) earrings. Yes, he was so fucking hot!

  • Lilac 

His lilac/purple hair was one of his best hair colours I believe, along with orange. He suits any colour and he’s just… Yes!

He goes from a sex god to fucking adorable how the fuck does that even work!!!

  • Blonde

Taehyungs blonde hair looked amazing! I much prefer him with brown eyes and blonde hair because I’m so used to his dark coloured eyes rather than his blue ones.

This gif fucked me up so hard. It’s just him breathing but omg yes! I fucking love him so much!

  • Brown

Yes! I know that his hair in this gif has slight green but I’ve grown lazy (as Tumblr decided to be a bitch and delete my work… For a second time!) But his brown hair is just fucking yes!!!

He’s so fucking hot and adorable at the same time… I want to know how this is possible…

  • Red

His red hair during Save Me was amazing! But I think it’s a bit too red. Don’t get me wrong he suits it so fucking well, it’s just not a favourite colour of mine that’s all.

Fuck. Yes

 

I was meaning to say this for some time now so yeah…. those “fans” & haters who say/said Laurent ‘lost it’ / doesn’t dance like before and he no longer is a beast… well damn you must be feeling stupid right now lol
This is why he changed his style of dancing to EVOLVE as a dancer and those who complained about his style changing it must hurt your eyes to watch THIS PERFECTION and feel the burn LMAO
I’m glad I’m not one of those les twins “fans” that go on their videos to complain about stupid stuff like 'why they change’ coz seriously if you don’t appreciate how hard they both work to get better then when they were in 2010-2012 I doubt you are real fan of theirs to begin with - just saying. EDIT: Of course they both killed it! (I love when they dance together the most lol) but the point of this post was for me to vent my growing frustration after reading TONS of really hurtful comments towards Laurent’s dancing. -peace-